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straight facts - yung lik lyrics

[intro]
y’all know what the f*ck going on

[chorus]
that drac’ get to bumpin’, n*ggas getting low
n*ggas try to play dead so i hit at the floor
tried to run to his crib, got left at the door
they can’t walk to the gate’, how we walk to the go’
we ain’t aiming for legs, try to tighten ya lil fro’
if i ain’t on the 9, catch me on the o
if you know then you know, since 2018 i’ve been smoking lil bro
[?] with the gravel, sh*t making me choke
everytime they see me, they know im on go
“what’s that on my hip?” a big ass 4 0
ypc times 3, had to let it be known
try to play with this sh*t, he catch one to his dome
they ain’t been in this whip, but keep tryna drop songs
300 blackout, knocking off arms
stop all that tippin’, go hop in that car
that’s stamped on the men, i stand on evеry bar
when im sending out shots, you’ll think it’s a [?]
pass me thе woods’, i don’t smoke no cigar
throw back a deuce, man im higher than mars
lil b*tch tryna link, if she ain’t tryna f*ck, i’ll see her tomorrow
i got some muslims, shoutout to allah
imma rock out with a stick, no guitar
[verse]
lil b*tch eat me up, like some corn on the cob
don’t come this way, cause im parkin’ your car
don’t come this way, cause im parkin’ your car
when i swing my door, all you heard was the, bah!
my young n*ggas itchin’, they on every car
i know about me, i don’t know about y’all
trappin’ like craig n*gga, go get a job
fat sh*t lay him down, now he looking at the stars
i’m smoking on, shh, he got sent to the stars
n*ggas need to stop rapping, and go put in some work
don’t forget about, shh, he got put in a hearst
caught that boy down bad put his ass on a shirt
lil thot b*tch, tryna f*ck off the erk’
posted up with [?], screaming out long live kurt
n*gga thought with his d*ck, should’ve stayed on alert
5.56 make his ass hit the jerk
just like a star, you know im finna burst
lil red trippin’, asked for half on my erks’
long live twin, we was putting in work
hop out the v, put that sh*t in reverse
hop out the v, put that sh*t in reverse
30 got rp10, by the russian
got hit in his sh*t, now that truck got to rushing
i’m really the head, do this sh*t off the muscle
[verse again]

that drac’ get to bumpin’, n*ggas getting low
n*ggas try to play dead so i hit at the floor
tried to run to his crib, got left at the door
they can’t walk to the gate’, how we walk to the go’
we ain’t aiming for legs, try to tighten ya lil fro’
if i ain’t on the 9, catch me on the o
if you know then you know, since 2018 i’ve been smoking lil bro
[?] with the gravel, sh*t making me choke
everytime they see me, they know im on go
“what’s that on my hip?” a big ass 4 0
ypc times 3, had to let it be known
try to play with this sh*t, he catch one to his dome
they ain’t been in this whip, but keep tryna drop songs
300 blackout, knocking off arms
stop all that tippin’, and hop in that car
that’s stamped on the men, i stand on every bar
when im sending out shots, you’ll think it’s a [?]
pass me the woods’, i don’t smoke no cigar
throw back a deuce, man im higher than mars
lil b*tch tryna link, she ain’t tryna f*ck, i’ll see her tomorrow
i got some muslims, shoutout to allah
imma rock out with a stick, no guitar

- yung lik lyrics

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